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Jan 2019
It likes the quiet

Those silent moments of

And then, as your mind stills
And idle, your hands become
It pounces!

It thrusts its icy fingers through my back
And tightens its grip around my heart
Then yanks backward
And down, down I fall
Into unending blackness

It likes the quiet
Written by
James Scanlan  20/M/American Samoa
(20/M/American Samoa)   
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